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< Anna Tantsyura



In my mind you divide two and two
And your answer always comes out eight ...
We deeper sea. And your wall
In all my follies as the same wall blows ...
I do not like your banality
meetings And the wind tear the generations ...
I can not take care of you for life
And I will not accept your oblivion !!!
I hurt ... I was selfish darkness,
I empty a moment ... He was always, always pushing,
And you go to the open arms of emptiness
And I do not know what the fate of leave ...
In your apartment minus twenty-seven,
From my cave, and it does not compare,
Yes, and do not need it I do,
But your image I will always dream ...